Shaking her head after closing the door once more, Siana frowned dropping her shirt while placing War’s back on. He was acting odder than usual, so odd in fact, she’d had to practically yell his name from only a few feet from him. Something had gathered all his attention, that even her yells hadn’t broken him of his trans.

Walking back into his main room, Siana found War seated in his chair. She sighed inwardly climbing into the bed, pulling furs over her body while falling fast asleep before even touching her pillow.

After the second day of training alongside War, Siana was starting to get the hang of riding her stallion. Marco had been unforgiving, and because of that each movement was perfectly executed when he rode. Creating an almost perfect mount to sit upon. War had given her new aids in which to get her stallion to bend, flex and respond quickly without any real movement from herself. He was becoming apart of her, and her to him.

Leaving her to work a bit longer War seemed to be heading back towards the manor, his footsteps causing Siana to wonder what had him so anxious to be inside. She sighed taking up reins, asking her mount to break into a gallop. Perhaps some time apart was best, for both of them.

Pushing the door inward to the manor, War kicked snow from his boots. He’d gotten word Annabelle was on her way, having received word from Saban in the matter at hand. Cringing to thoughts of what were brewing through that devilish woman’s head, War stormed into the Wall’s confines. Men sat about drinking and speaking of random topics. War found Saban leaned against a window looking over the very field he had been working with Siana. He frowned walking to him.

“You’ve given word to Annabelle” War stated, not needing any proof as word around there spread faster than wildfire.

“I have. It is of course her husbands mount...is it not?” Saban flicked his eyes to War’s, a small pull of his lips barely noticeable. War grunted leaning opposite to Saban.

“She has one more day, yet you called for her now?” War refused to speak that woman’s name out right unless forced. She was a nightmare dressed as a daydream, and everyone knew it but never spoke it aloud.

“You know very well she’d have my head if I didn’t allow her to see at least one day of training, that and she’s eager to see you...or so I’ve heard” Saban nearly smirked wildly to his comment, making War’s skin crawl like a flea bitten dog.

“I’m sure” Was all War could pull from already tightening throat muscles. He gave a grunt pushing his back off the wall, leaving Saban alone once more.

Taking her meal with her mount wasn’t something Margarette had found pleasing, but Siana had insisted on it. After getting a small lecture and a scowl of a look, Margarette left her be. Sounds of stallions feeding themselves was muffled with snorts, kicks and a few squeals of displeasure to another stallion getting to close.

Siana knew tonight was her last day to train, because of this she thought a day of bonding with her mount was in order. That and it kept her out of War’s chambers even longer. She had already begun to clear away items within a storage room, one that had once been a bedroom as well, but more room was needed and so it was now cluttered with random things. The bath was not nearly as nice, but it worked which was all that Siana cared about.

By tomorrow she’d be moved out of War’s chambers and into that room for good. Her only real concern was what he’d do once he found out. She licked her lips, taking another bite of her meat in hopes to clear her mind of such things.

On her last night War had planned on testing her memory on everything learned, giving out pointers where need be. But upon entering the stables, he’d come to find Siana and her stallion missing. A dread of worry shot across his chest, tightening in many directions. Leaving War rounded the stables doubling back to see if he’d missed her out in the field, she wasn’t there either.

His nostrils flared picking up scents. Each one different than the last, but one very faint scent caught his attention pulling him eastward. Following it quickly, War stopped when moonlight rays flickered off the grey stallion in perfect rhythm with its rider. Both dancing under stars as if no one was watching. Moving to catch a better look at them, he held his breath as not to show fogged air around himself.

Siana had full control, mind set on the stallions perfect beats. He moved in place, then sideways without so much as a movement from her. War grinned slightly more with shadows masking his looks. He’d need not test her, for she was performing so well he’d swear she was Saban upon that stallion.

Sleeping didn’t come easily, infact Siana didn’t sleep but a few seconds here and there. Her mind was too deep with the understanding that Marco’s woman was on her way, and would soon be glaring upon her as well. Margretta tried to comfort Siana as best she could, but even that proved to be of little use.

It didn’t help any that the bed she slept upon wasn’t the one as grand as War’s. If anything it was but a few licks shy of being called a bed. Not enough furs to keep warm, while the bedding itself poked at her flesh making it nearly impossible to find a comfortable spot. A long night was to be had if she could not even get a moments shut eye.

There were parts of Siana, that wished he’d storm in like that of a wild boar and give her a vindictive snarl, tossing her over his bulk of a shoulder and allowing her to scream in frustration. All while carrying her back to his chambers. Siana shook her head, accumulating it to overhearing one of the maids tales of a book she once read. A fantasy no doubt.

Siana didn’t believe in romance, or the ever popular love at first sight. However, that didn’t stop her heart from beating far faster when the sound of heavy boots pasted by her doors thresh.

Full of laughter and glee, many of the men dined on rich meats while drinking their heavy ale. One of War’s men had gotten word his son had been victorious in a Lavado with much to be had, a celebration was underway to the man. War included. but he was far too busy thinking of what was to come. Giving Siana the room to herself was a good thing, she’d need to sleep well tonight as Annabelle would be a tyrant to her come sunrise.

A crawling shiver ran up War’s spine. How he detested that woman, he swore locas would not feed from her corpse if given the opportunity. He sipped his ale gingerly, keeping his eyes a bit lower than normal as to keep from gathering attention in his shadowy corner.

He had much to think about, much to do if Siana was to move forward at an evenly pace. But it was his dream of her, that rocked his core to its very foundation. Nightmares he was use to, even fond of- but a daydream such as that was prickling his nerves. It had a meaning, he just couldn’t figure out to what it was. Yet.